Steve Earle) I am a wanderer, feet on the ground, Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds. I own the star above some distant shore, Wandering ever
I am a wanderer, feet on the ground Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds I own the star above some distant shore Wandering ever more I am a refugee
I am a wanderer, feet on the ground, Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds. I own the star above some distant shore, Wandering ever more. I am